The crowd was on their feet now, cheering and calling for blood. The wrestlers were growing tired, driving them to take greater risks and make stupid mistakes. Linhart understood now the merciless nature of 'Queen of the Ring.' The freshmen in the audience understood too, and they were loving every minute of it.

  “She’s going to whip his dick out of his pants. That junior is sooo cool!”

  “No way, that other girl’s going to kill her before she gets close. I wish I were out there fighting!”

  On the other side of the square, the boys had finished with the colpsed Raven and, had moved closer to the ring's center where they were confronted by Lollipop, Glitter, and Sunny. These girls had been sparring against one another for the first while, but the prospect of wrestling the boys seemed more exciting to them.

  The three girls moved like dangerous wildcats, but the boys moved tactically, like a single organized unit.

  The voice of Tullia boomed out again, “What’s happening over there, Doreia? It looks like Diana, the ‘Iron Wall’ of the junior year, has been pinned by Nova, the Academy’s ‘charging bull’. What an upset! Diana is going to leave the ring a loser, and this early in the match.”

  Linhart looked over to see the tallest of the three hulking juniors had been eliminated. Nova had her back to the ground and was lifting one of her legs up above her head, effectively pinning both shoulders to the ground. The tall girl kicked out of the hold, but it was too te. The referee had counted three, and was now pointing for her to exit the ring. Diana was fuming. As she left the square, freshmen scattered from her path.

  Linhart paused as he recognized a figure standing at the far side of the ring. An elegant woman, standing with authority on a rge square rock where she could oversee the match. She was wearing her signature purple sash; her arms crossed beneath her tits, her long lime-colored hair hung loose over her shoulders. Xenia looked amazing!

  Linhart panicked. She was watching him fight, but he was doing a ridiculously poor job of it. Right now, he was being held tightly by Pixie, this little nymph of a girl, and she was handling him as easily as an adult holding a child. Her tiny red tongue moved over his chest, tickling at his nipples. She had chewed them both to the point of that blood was dripping down his pecs. She looked into his eyes happily as she mopped those red trails up with her tongue. Her right hand held his arms behind his back securely, as her left hand moved up and down his shaft. Her touch was rough. She didn't seem to know what to do with a boy's dick, but her eyes were filled with lust and she reveled in the way his body reacted to her attention. The only thing Linhart could feel was overwhelming pleasure. The biting, the licking, the harsh hand-job, it was all bringing him closer and closer to the climax.

  Poppy leapt on top of them, moments before he hit the point of no return.

  “Pixie, you’re dead!” she was cursing. “I’m going to beat that smile right off your face.”

  Linhart was knocked to the ground, his confused dick still twitching in his pants. He was so close, he just needed Pixie's hand a bit longer to finish him off. Poppy and Pixie were hitting each other with everything; arms and legs, teeth and fists. They grabbed at their opponent, wrestling for control. The two of them looked pretty evenly matched. Poppy was trying her best to kick and trip her, but Pixie had secured both of Poppy's arms in a hold and rotated Poppy’s body, hugging her from behind. The two were still standing, both facing towards him. Linhart studied their bodies, faces strained in struggle, outfits disarranged by the fight. Both their tops had been pulled up and both sets of gorgeous tits were jiggling and dancing in front of him. This was the chance he was waiting for. Linhart went in for the attack.

  Tullia’s voice chimed over the noise of the crowd, “It looks like the teams of three have broken in two. Junior Gregory is tangled with Junior Glitter and Junior Sunny, while Junior Quan and Junior Darius are double-teaming Junior Lollipop. And what a double-team it is!” The excitement in Tullia’s voice told Linhart that there was more serious action happening elsewhere in the ring, but Linhart didn't spare one moment to look around.

  He stepped forward, seizing Poppy's head by its twintails and pulled her face into his for a bloody kiss. Her lip was swollen and her rge nose had been hit at some point, but she was still a cute little girl. His tongue pyed over her lips and into her mouth. Her tongue met his and, as they pyed together in her mouth, slurping and swallowing each other's saliva, she groaned in gratification. He pulled her head violently back now, and looked into her big brown eyes.

  “Poppy, it’s time for us to wrestle.” Linhart informed her, trying to add a touch of pyfulness to his voice. He didn’t feel pyful. “Don’t kick me, okay?” Linhart reached out and grabbed her by the waist. Poppy seemed surprised, and stopped struggling, momentarily giving Pixie the upper hand.

  “Now’s not a good time, Linhart,” Poppy gasped, “Wait until I’m done with Pixie before we wrestle.”

  Linhart ignored her and started to touch her all over her lower half. Poppy had these gorgeous round hips that fred out from her slim and firm waist. She was small and soft from the waist up, but thick and firm from the waist on down. Her legs continued to sh out at Pixie, who was standing right behind her, but Linhart saw she was being careful not to kick him in the process. His hands ran around her body, grasping at her firm buns and thighs, they were shaking delightfully in her struggles.

  His actions had really inhibited her defenses against Pixie, but what he wanted was to take her chance of breaking Pixie's hold to zero. He was pulling at the waistband of her shorts now. They hugged her so tightly that he had to try three times to get them down to her knees. He smiled at her childish blue panties, and then yanked those down too, exposing her luscious, tanned pussy. Did Poppy shave down here, or was she naturally hairless? Being unable to kick with her shorts around her knees, Poppy froze, panting hard. Linhart could see that her pussy was glistening and open.

  “You’re so excited already!” Linhart excimed, spping her puffy pussy several times hard before plunging two fingers inside. She shuddered uselessly in the arms of Pixie who had now switched to a chokehold around her neck. Poppy's arms sought out his head and her fingers tangled in his hair.

  Pixie was gloating in Poppy’s ear now. “Oh look, Poppy. Your idiot boy-toy is helping me take you out of the fight.” Poppy grunted, outraged at her taunt. Jabbing her elbows behind her, she tried once more to get at Pixie somehow.

  “As soon as you pass out, I’m going to be pinning his big dick up inside me.” Pixie now had one hand free and was gripping one of Poppy's bouncy tanned boobs, digging her nails in as hard as she could. Poppy’s face was red with anger and with ck of oxygen. Pixie ughed and bit viciously down on her ear. Shaking it in her teeth like a puppy with a chew toy. "Yummy! You taste like a loser, Poppy."

  “There it is Fighters, two eliminations taking pce, nearly simultaneously. Gregory is our third loser, getting knocked out by the combined titty power of Sunny and Glitter."

  “And now Junior Lollipop has lost all will to fight, receiving the happy-time treatment from our two remaining junior boys. She is out for the three count!” Tullia’s voice was deep and passionate as she continued to announce the eliminations. “That leaves 9 wrestlers left in the ring. Cheer on your favorite everyone!”

  Linhart's head was spinning from the adrenaline that was pumping through his body. He was sure that Poppy was going out soon, but he wanted to test one more thing in this wrestling match, and he would need Poppy's help to confirm it. As far as he could tell, there was still one move that no one had used yet.

  Vaginal penetration.

  He could see that attacks on the sexual organs were fair game; boobs, wieners, and vaginas. But were they able to fuck another wrestler and get away with it. Linhart doubted it was possible, but a side of him was dying to try.

  Standing now in front of Poppy’s naked, restrained body, he dropped his own pants down to his knees, freeing his dick. Her eyes were bulging, her face was turning blue now, and she seemed to be fading fast. But her hands reached out and nded tenderly on his shoulders. Weakly, she pulled him closer.

  There was an excited buzz that rose up from the crowd. No one screamed rape. It was more like they were anticipating his next move.

  “And what’s this?” Tullia announced, “It looks like Freshman Linhart is resorting to very desperate measures! His pants are down and he’s rubbing against the juniors. What has gotten into him right now?”

  Lifting Poppy’s legs up off the ground, Linhart was holding the weight of her body in his arms. It was such a thrill to be doing this while Pixie was still choking her from behind. It felt like a team effort to punish this girl. Yeah, they were going to make her regret what she had done to Serapha. He pressed his chest and groin up against Poppy. His dick slid over her juicy pussy, massaging her outer bia. His hips hit her and he began to grind against her pelvis. He looked up again, and came face to face with Pixie who was still grinning like a maniac.

  "Are you ready, Linhart? You'd better get your dick ready, cause I'm going to take it for a ride."

  "Pixie, you're such a psycho." Linhart gave her a grin of his own, "Give me a kiss."

  Pixie looked shocked by his response, but quickly thrust her face towards him. Eyes closed, tongue extended. Her mouth met his as the two of them sandwiched Poppy's naked body between them. Pixie had apparently loosened her grip on Poppy's throat as Linhart heard her sucking in a much-needed breath of air. Her hands were desperately grasping at his shoulders again, as if pleading for help or for comfort. Linhart remembered his number one mission and pulled back from the kiss. He really wanted to stick it in Poppy.

  “Hold her up high, Pixie.” Linhart grunted. His dick was poking around at her entryway, trying to find the magic spot to enter her hole, but it kept sliding away. Poppy’s body was sweaty and spasming. Her face was turning red again. He knew it wouldn’t be long until she was unconscious and eliminated, so he’d have to do this quickly.

  His hands reached underneath her and firmly separated her ass cheeks, spreading them as wide as he could. He wished he could stop her from jumping around, but she seemed to have no control over her body anymore. She was so excited, her pussy was dripping. On the next try, the end of his dick slid into pce like a key in a lock, and he immediately pushed it in as far as it would go.

  The roar of the crowd swelled as he plunged into her with abandon. Girls were chanting his name. Some of them were making animal noises. Linhart had been right. He could fuck a girl into submission and the crowd would just cheer him on. He would have to consider how to best use that ter, for now he was aching to finish what he had started.

  Poppy's pussy was tight, but Linhart wasn't concerned about hurting her, and since he didn't feel any pain himself. he pressed on. His long rod disappeared further and further up into her. A bulge could be seen up her belly reaching up towards her navel. She was shaking violently now. His thighs hit her pelvis with a wet sp. A gurgling sound emerged from Poppy’s throat, but Pixie had her neck held tight. Her twintails swung about wildly, as her slim body was pushed and pulled between him and the pink-haired girl.

  "Pixie, give me your tongue again," Linhart wheezed. All this action was tiring him out, but he was so turned on by these two. Pixie was sticking her tongue out again, and Linhart slurped it into his mouth. He enjoyed the feeling of her liveliness in his mouth, but he was feeling vengeful against her too. Snapping his jaw shut, he bit down on her tongue hard, cutting a deep gash into the end of it. Pixie squealed in pain, pulling away from him.

  Poppy's tight pussy was cmping down even harder on him, and her body gave one more long spasm. He could tell that she was orgasming her way into unconsciousness. Linhart had run out of time for this punishment fuck. She'd be counted out at any moment. He started thrusting in and out, spping her ass mercilessly, trying to wake her up again. Seeing her struggling for air with her hands still clutching his body had really been turning him on.

  A thought floated through his mind as he spped and punished this cute little girl. Where was this sadistic joy coming from? Every sp and thrust brought him closer to orgasm. Was that Xenia’s personality coming through the bond again? Or was he becoming a different person in this depraved new world?

  Now, her eyes were slightly open, but they had rolled back into her head. Only the whites of her eyes were showing. It was the perfect perverted moment for him to cum. He squeezed her ass violently and pulled her body tighter towards himself. His rod was buried up to his balls in her swollen little snatch, and he was pushing up against her as hard as he could.

  “Uuuuggghhh!” Linhart felt his body lose all strength as loads of his thick cum spurted out, deep into this barely-conscious girl.

  “Are you and Poppy screwing right now?” Pixie was spitting out blood now, as she let out a frustrated sound, “While I’m choking her out? Forget that!”

  The pink-haired beauty, still with her arm wrapped tightly around Poppy's neck, stepped backwards, pulling her head and neck with her. The delicate bance that was holding her them together was lost and the limp-bodied girl fell to the ground. Linhart, still deep inside her and overcome with pleasure, fell with her. With no way of slowing his fall, he nded with all his weight on top of Poppy. Her head made a resounding ‘Crack!’ on the smooth, hard-packed fighting surface.

  Maeve was there right as they hit the ground. She pinched Poppy's neck and got no response, then she pinched his neck and he let out a deep moan. Maeve had a concerned look on her face now. She reached for his chest again and began to massage his bruised body. Linhart, of course, not feeling a bit of pain from the fall or the bruises, responded to her actions with pleasant grunts and groans. His body was in bad shape, he knew that. Even without feeling pain, he was light-headed and his vision was fading.

  HIs dick was still twitching inside Poppy. The waves of his orgasm had completely washed over him, when the announcement went up, “Junior Poplin has been knocked out by the combined forces of Junior Pixie and Freshman Linhart. And Junior Sunny has been pinned by the strong legs of Junior Quan. 7 Fighters remaining!”

  Linhart was faintly aware when Maeve pulled his dick out of Poppy’s body.

  …Poppy was bleeding from the head.

  He turned and saw…

  …Serapha was standing again. Her head lolled sleepily as she reached her hand out in his direction. She looked more dead than alive.

  Pixie was there in front of him…

  …She was shouting words at him, but he didn’t understand her. So, he leaned into her and stuck his tongue out looking for another sexy kiss.

  …They were kissing, and he was caressing her pretty little tits…

  …A rhino of a woman, twice the size of him, smmed into Pixie, sending her flying through the air.

  Linhart was knocked off bance as well, and time seemed to slow down as he fell backwards. The impact was jarring but carried no pain. Linhart’s brain floated away on a wave of ecstasy.

  * * * * * * * * *

  He awakened ter. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but he was ying on a hard bed with a flickering candle at his bedside.

  “Thank you again for taking care of him, Quan.”

  “Anything for you, Stratega Xenia.”

  Ahhh… he was in Xenia’s healing center once again.